What’s The Hype About Hamilton? I’m Watching It Rn For The First Time And I Don’t Get Anything

Hehe I love dragging POOKIE into my fandoms (mine was rocky horror😭and heathers)

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

WEB HEAD SEVEN

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM, PTSD, DRUG MISUSE, FLASHBACKS⚠️you have been warned)

Sweat and blood stains my suit as the rugged man drags the knife across my skin again. All I can think of in this moment is my family, tessa, Emily and Kate. Thankfully Tessa is with me in the room. Yet unthankfully she isn’t responsive at all. Through all of my screams and pleading all I can see is the man’s face. Black slicked hair with a taper fade, a few strands falling onto his cold face. Thick eyebrows, one with a scar running through it much like my own. His piercing black eyes, his defined cheek bones and large nose. His small lips and his tidy beard. The tattoo that runs up his neck and the uniform that reads HYDRA. He swings the hammer to my face as I scream once again. Darkness.

-

My body shoots up. Sweat covering my body, a cold feeling lingering as I take in my surroundings, assessing the potential dangers. With heavy sharp breaths my eyes dart around the room, a mixture of dark purples and blacks decorate the walls.

A warm hand reaches for my shoulder as a light is flicked on. I prepare myself for another slash to the face but it doesn’t come.

The person instead positions themself in front of my face. One of their hands fall onto my waist as the other reaches up to caress my cheek. I wince in pain as their finger traces the newly stitched cut on my jawline. A lavender scent fills my senses and it hits me. It’s just Kate. Looking up at her she gives me a lopsided smile. Concern evident on her face.

She speaks but I cannot hear what she says, her lips move but I cannot listen. I’m zoned out completely.

I try to concentrate on her face. The raven haired girl, comforting blue eyes, full lips, a cute nose and shaped eyebrows. Her hair is down and wavy. She is wearing my purple sweater. One of her favourites of mine.

Once again she speaks but this time I listen “Milo, I swear to god if your high again I will murder you in your sleep with a pillow. I mean I’m not saying you’re not allowed to get high of course, but you are completely out of it right now. It’s getting bad, Nat and Wanda are staring to ques…” she pauses suddenly as my arms wrap around her waist and my head falls into her shoulder. I let out a small sigh which is a mixture of relief and pain. I can’t let her know that I’m having nightmares, I need to ‘be a man’. I need to ‘man up’ as Tessa’s father would tell me when Tessa and me where playing with one of his guns and she accidentally shot my in the arm.

I take deep breaths, breathing in as much of Kate’s lavender scent as I can to calm me. She strokes her fingers through my hair, slowly to not trigger anything but fast enough for me to count how many times she’s done it without getting distracted by something.

“time?” I mumble not knowing if Kate even heard or understood what I was asking. Without missing a beat she turns her head and replies “it’s 6am Milo, remember you have to go meet your brother at eight, then you have training with Natasha at ten.” She starts to list off things in my new/forced to do by the avengers daily routine.

-

I grab a pair of black chucks, I make quick work of lacing them up and webbing one of Kate’s many bracelets onto my wrist for safe keeping. She had left for training with Clint half an hour ago now. I check the clock on my phone and it is half seven. Fuck. I stumble out of the room putting my phone in my pocket and walking straight into someone.

Just as their body moves to hit the floor I web their waist and pull them up to their feet. “Fuck shit I’m so so sorry I wasn’t looking at what I was doing I’m sorry” I say flustered and rushed, I look up toward the victim of my clumsiness and it’s none other than Wanda. A sigh of relief escapes my lungs, Wanda lets out a laugh at my actions before shaking her head and telling me to run along.

-

Luckily my brother Brogan had a first class pass into Tony Starks school for the future geniuses of the world. Is my little brother a genius, absolutely not, however his big brother is and got him a scholarship to the school, he is safely accommodated in a private mansion built specifically for the students who attend the facility, meaning he is no longer than a five minute stroll away.

Walking across the hallways of the building I hear gasps and chattering, students gawking at me like I’m iron man or something better. The next thing I know a weight is rested on my shoulders, looking down I see legs dangling from my shoulders, a pair of black and white high top Jordan’s on those legs. I don’t even need to look up to know that brogan has safely planted himself on my shoulders. A low laugh escapes his throat as he jumps off of me. We walk around campus for a few hours, I help him improve on a new mode of weaponry for hero’s he’s been working on. Before I leave I give him a long needed hug which weirdly he reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my nearly healed shoulder blade.

-

Now for the worst part of this travel. The walk home, yes I know I can just web my way back to the compound but why do so when walking is so much more fun.

Reaching into my pockets I search for my favourite thing. Eventually finding it, my weed pen. I know Kate said I have training in like 20 minutes but just a few little drags won’t hurt. It helps with everything, the pain, the anxiety, the flashbacks. Everything.

A tall brown haired man walks into me, brushing past my shoulder, he has a beard, slicked back hair and is wearing black work out gear. I don’t take another breath before taking off, my legs taking me as fast as I can. Before I know it I’m back at the compound. Running up the stairs and collapsing into my room I don’t even turn back to greet Tony or cap who both say their hellos to me.

Once in my room I see Tessa. Thank god it wasn’t Kate. “Milo” Tessa screams while looking up from her phone as she throws something at me, before my mind can comprehend what she threw I catch the it, looking down at a pillow. I look up giving her the ‘seriously’ face before we both burst out laughing. “Your tingle is getting better” she says between laughs. Groaning I throw the pillow at her, not looking at where I aimed, the pillow goes flying into her face, earning another laugh from the both of us. “you wanna come train with Natasha?” I ask knowing either way I’m going to make her take self defence classes now that hydra knows she is associated with me.

My brain fuzzy and my vision fuzzier, Nat lands another punch to me. Sparring was never my strong suit in the first place. “Seriously Milo you have to try” she shouts as she goes for another punch, I swerve my body so she barley misses my ribs, then i sweep her off of her feet before walking over to my water bottle. Tessa sits there observing me and fangirling over Nat.

I pour some water into my hands then rub my face with the ice cold liquid. A hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. It’s Nat, I can sense it is but why is she attacking me? I’m out of the ring. She pushes me back to the ring.

We go a few more rounds before she stops randomly midway through a segment. “Milo” she says using her intimidating voice. “Look at me milo” she demands. Fuck. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with the older widow. She takes a few steps towards me and grips my chin moving my face so I have no choice but to look her in the eyes. “for fuck sake milo” she mutters before letting my chin go and stepping out of the ring, grabbing her phone and typing something. “Sit down right now” she orders, I follow her order like an obedient puppy. I stare at the clock on the wall trying to act normal. Nat and Tessa converse for a few minutes before someone else storms into the gym. Probably the hulk. A hand grabs my arm and guides me out of the gym, leaving Tessa and Nat to talk or train. looking around I see who the culprit is, Wanda looks at me, sadness in her eyes. Panic engulfs my brain as I think the worst. She takes me into her own room and sits us both down.

“When I was younger, around your age actually, me and my brother joined this family, fresh out of HYDRA’s torment. My brother struggled with his new found powers and the new environment” she says in one breath, confused I nod allowing her to carry on, she takes a deep breath before starting again. “He started associating with the wrong people. Started taking substances, he was suicidal. He died on a mission while he was high, tried to grab Thor’s hammer while it was flying through the air” she finished before holding my hand. “I’m so sorry Wanda” I say genuinely, she shakes her head. “Milo me and Natasha have noticed you’re acting weird, coming home later than curfew and Kate has informed me that you have been struggling with sleep” she looks me dead in the eyes. Shit. “Wanda I’m fine, nothings weird about my behaviour. Even ask Tessa” I say praying she won’t ask Tessa. I’ve just got this avenger job and I can’t loose it now, I need to protect everyone.

Wanda stays silent and nods letting me off with a warning, I leave her room and head back to my own, not risking going to Kate’s as Nat has probably already told everyone now.

-

(TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM)

I run straight to my bathroom, my back hitting the cold tiles of the wall, I slowly slide down it and press my knees up to my chest, trying to take deep breaths. Without thinking or even hesitating my right hand shoots a web onto a set of draws attached to a vanity, I open the drawer and pull out a small metal box with my ‘shaving’ tools in it. I make quick work of grabbing my chosen weapon. A small razor blade, the silver glistens against the harsh light coming through the windows from the suns rays. I pull my hoodies sleeves up to my biceps and look at where to start. Angry red lines mock me as I stare at them. Ignoring the pain I slowly and harshly drag the blade across my wrist making a multitude of lines ranging from my wrist to my inner elbow. Then the same on my other arm. It’s only when my vision starts to become blurry that I realise how much shit I’m in. My eyes start to close and darkness.

A knock on my bedroom door startles me awake, with spotty vision I manage to make out that I am on the bathroom floor, not sure why though. I hear the bedroom door click open then a few seconds later I hear it click closed. That was a close call. “Hey Milo I noticed you haven’t been out of your room in hours I decided to bring you some food” I hear a woman’s voice, a hint of sokovian dripping off of the American accent. Footsteps come closer to the bathroom door and then another knock. “Milo? I can see you have to light on in there, please let me know your okay” she says quietly. Another few seconds passes and for some reason I can’t bring myself to answer. Maybe it’s because I know if I speak my shakey voice will give it away or maybe I’m frozen in fear and confusion. “Milo I’ll give you three seconds to either come out or say something or I’m coming in” she says a little louder. “One” fuck she must be bluffing she wouldn’t actually come in, right? “Two” say something Milo or she is going to find out, I grab a towel and press it to my arm, grabbing another and doing the same to the other arm. The once white towels turning red. “Three” she twists the door knob and starts to open the door, fuck she wasn’t bluffing.

Once the door is fully open she scans the room before lowering her eyes to meet my own. Not even a second passes before she is running over and knelt down beside me gripping the towels to my arms. “Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck Milo” she whispers while caressing my cheek with one hand “bandages, where do you keep them” she mumbles while standing up and opening all of my drawers. Without needing an answer from me she finds a first aid box, one that every room has, kneeling back down and opening the box she starts placing things on the floor, alcohol wipes, bandages, and scissors. She opens the wipes and takes the towel off of my left arm, looking me in the eyes, her own turning a hint of red, she’s using her powers. She quickly disinfects my wounds and wraps both of my arms before letting me out of her mind control.

She does as she intended and escorted me to Kate’s room, first making sure I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie down and had eaten some food so I didn’t end up loosing consciousness on the way to the room next door to my own. Kate is none the wiser to what had happened. Me and her cuddle until we both end up asleep.

-

Kate wakes me up with breakfast in bed while informing me that tonight we are attending a stark party. I eat a little bit of the breakfast before giving her the majority of it, I then make my way to hang out with Tessa, kissing Kate on the cheek before I leave of course.

-

Me and Tessa stay in her room most of the day gossiping about our time and what we have seen in the compound, she scolds me for showing up to a training session high before realising we need outfits for the party tonight. We always match for these things, this will not be an exception.

After searching for what seems like forever, Natasha agreed to let Tessa borrow one of her dresses and Tony handed me one of his vintage suits a simple yet elegant black suit with a black dress shirt, I pair these with my favourite pair of doc martens, then to complete the outfit I tie my hair up into a slick man bun, combing down any loose hairs. I get pushed into the bathroom by Kate and Tessa to put it on while they put theirs on. I stumble out of the bathroom before straightening my posture and looking at the two most beautiful girls in the multiverse.

Tessa is in a floor length satin gown, a modest yet revealing slit runs down the front of the dress revealing a glimpse of her legs. Her hair and makeup is done, not too much but the perfect amount.

Alike to Tessa, Kate picked out a Lilac coloured satin dress with a lavender glitter on the top of the sweetheart neckline. Kate’s hair is half up, half down, she has mascara and a winged liner on. Both of their dresses are paired with heels making them a little taller than me.

While walking into the party me and Kate loose Tessa on the way in while we greet people, Tessa probably just went to the bathroom to freshen up Kate reassures me.

Looking into my eyes as a slow dance song plays, she wraps her arms around my neck, mine take their respective place on her waist, she smiles. A gentle, genuine smile. You don’t see many of those these days. I smile back a goofy one, earning a chuckle and a slap on the shoulder from her.

As if on que a loud bang is heard throughout the party hall. I wasn’t planning on this type of workout tonight but I guess it’ll have to be done. All of the avengers look between one another and sigh, running to the noise. A few of us are commanded to stay behind and keep the guests safe and entertained. Those people being me, Kate, yelena, Clint and some woman named Jennifer, she has some relation to Bruce but I haven’t really met the whole extended team yet. What better time than in the present though I guess.

THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND GUYS, she has random dreams

Hello people,

People who know me, know im one to have dreams that are printed in my brain and i remember them very detailed, and last night i had a marvel based dream which in my thoughts was very weird so im going to share this one with who ever is bothered to read it okay here it is ....

So im in this hotel (i have no idea where btw) and im helping my mam and dad with our bags taking them into the room. I remember walking up a couple of stairs and hear staff wispering about a celebrity guest who will be staying at the hotel but i brush it off.

I walk into our room and start writing a letter (god knows why im writing a letter) i cant remember much of the context behind it but it was about my admiration for someone. After writing the letter i put it in an envelope and it disappeared (like vanished one second it was in my hand the next poof gone).

Anywho me being the unsociable person i am i leave my room and go to the common area (it was empty and i was alone) and i read. Then i hear my mam looking for me so i come out the room then see her talking to this man in a grey suit and elderly this woman. I walk over and this man is no other but the actor who plays Namor in black panter 2 (ive just watch the movie for the first time earlier this week).

I think for some strange reason the letter i wrote went to him but i dont know what happened to the letter this is just a guess. Anywho hes at the hotel to stay cause hes doing a convention for black panther 2 and the older woman is his mom and she wanted to stay at the hotel we happened to be at.

And i dont know we just kept making eye contact i felt awkward and yeah then my brother woke me up 😥 really wished i knew where it was going but i guess i will never know

So yeah thats my weird dream if u would to hear more of my weird dreams leave a comment i have many ive wrote down for the fun of it

ANYONE BUT HER 2

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

part one

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety.

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

there will be more parts to this, make sure to reblog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼

6 days before the start of junior year

I wake up with a pounding in my head. Still in the same clothes from the previous night. Wait last night. Where is she? I get up to see Damien and Cady are gone too, she must be with them, I get myself together, feeling something on my wrist, it takes my eyes a second to focus on what it says ‘anyone but you’ the small beaded bracelet reads, Anyone but you is a song she made as a way to say fuck you to all the homophobic boys at school who hit on her. Chuckling, my eyes land on a small piece of paper on the sofa I just laid on.

I pick it up and read the small handwriting. It’s a number. Her number. God she’s confusing.

…

She wasn’t upstairs with Damien or Cady, they told me that she wasn’t there when they woke up either.

And I didn’t see her for the rest of the week. That was until the first day of junior year. There she was stood with some random burnouts. The same people she’s hung out with since middle school when they were all ‘gifted students’ however she is still that gifted little girl she was all those years ago. I only saw glimpses of her that morning, most of the time she had her back to me.

—

I felt so shitty for leaving that morning. Ever since I hid myself away from everyone, from Bea, from Jason but especially from Janis.

Since that night I met up with Bea, told her I saw what she done and broke things off, she didn’t take that well. The day after her, Jason and some random dude named Shane came up to me while I was on my daily run, they pulled up in Jason’s car, jumped out, beat the shit out of me and dumped all of the clothes and things I had gave to Bea.

…

Walking into junior year I had to sport a black eye and grazed chin. Fucking fantastic if you ask me.

I quickly find new friends, well they found me. A few nights before the start of the new school year, they found me off my head at the skate park my board a few feet away from me. They quickly joined me in lighting up another joint and passing out, we awoke the next morning and introduced ourselves, ever since I’ve been apart of their group. On the plus side I don’t have to sit around and listen to Jason bitch and moan about Gretchen.

I soon found out avoiding Janis would be a difficult task when I got my schedule for the year. First period. Art. Amazing.

Walking to class I pass Bea and Jason against the lockers, tongues down each others throats. I bump into Aaron whom I have been avoiding in and outside of the house. “Hey sis, you good? You’ve been really distant since that night” he comes up to me, wrapping his arm over my shoulders. I shrug him off and start walking away “I’m fine” I state while continuing to walk to class.

Entering the classroom, I see that I am one of the first people there the teacher and Gretchen being the other two in the room, I roll my eyes and head to the back of the room, back right corner, closest to the windows and furthest away from the teachers desk. Just how I like it. The classroom starts to fill up with other people, everyone takes a seat until there is only one seat left. The one next to me. As if on que in walks Janis, she nods towards the teacher and looks around the room for a seat, her eyes landing on the seat next to me then onto me. Her eyes soften as she walks over to the desk beside me. It’s like we are in a shitty romcom, she’s in slow motion. Wearing a green and black cropped knitted sweater and black cargo pants, to top it off she rocks a black denim jacket and combat boots. Her dark brown eyes stare me down. Her bracelets rattle as she sits down, she’s still wearing the one I put in her wrist that night. Did she even notice? Does she even care?

—

“Damien I’m going to be late cmon dude” I say as my best friend bombards me with questions on how I am going to confront the girl of my dreams. “Girl pardon my french but screw your art class. Have you seen what she’s wearing? black cropped vest, black Levi’s, a goddam leather jacket and converse” he says dramatically as if I should know what Y/N’s fashion sense means “she even cut her own bangs for Christ sake that screams heartbreak Janis” he grabs my shoulders and shakes me “yeah she just witnessed her girlfriend cheating on her not even a week ago, of course she’s heartbroken” I say shrugging, making Damien continue to walk as the bell rings. “Yes but it could also have something to do with the fact that you two have a Romeo and Juliet forbidden romance type of shit going on” he continues his rant as we end up at my classroom door. “I’ll think about it daim” I say before entering the class. The teacher smiles at me, to that I nod back toward her. And glance around the room searching for a seat, my eyes land on an empty chair in the back corner, curious I look up, lock eyes with her. This should be interesting. I walk up to my desk and sit down. I turn my head to look at her. She’s looking down but I can see that she has a black eye, a grazed chin and a deep cut on her cheek bone. What the fuck happened to her? I grab my sketchbook and rip a page out ‘u ok?’ I write down and place it on her desk, she stays zoned out for a few more minutes before looking at the paper. And writing something else on it before passing it back ‘sorry’ is all she wrote. I tried a few more times to grab her attention by passing notes but after that she seems to be more interested in drawing.

…

Lunch rolls around and the plastics spot Cady pretty quickly, what I didn’t expect was for them to befriend her.

Me and Damien spent the rest of the lunch hour walking around campus. I spot y/n sat on the grass alone. Damien grabs my arm and guides us in her direction. “Y/n hey girl” he says as he sits down next to her, she looks up from her book and smiles a little. Her eyes are red and her body is swaying. She’s high and it’s so obvious “oh you sweet girl cmon we are going to go sober you up” he states while helping her to her feet, we venture to the schools bathrooms. Once we enter the bathrooms she stumbles to one of the stalls and pukes her guts out. I rush in to hold back her hair and rub her back, I kneel down next to her as Damien tells me he’s going to grab his car, he will text us when we can leave. “Oh y/n” I say as she starts crying. “Hey hey look at me” I turn her to face me, her tears streaming down her face her eyes now red and puffy. “I’m s-so sorry janis” she sobs out. I sit down and hold her in my arms “what for?” I question while moving some of her hair out of her eyes.

“im sorry I left, sorry I avoided you, sorry I relapsed. I’m just sorry” she cries more. Before I can ask more questions my phone starts ringing, it’s Damien “cmon, can you stand up for me?” I ask softly, she nods and stands up before stumbling. My hands fly to grab her waist to steady her, she tenses up a bit, I mentally thank any god that the bathroom we are at is closest to the car park. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and we walk out of the school, people around us start taking photos and whispering.

We eventually get to Damien’s car and I pick her up, placing her in the back seat. She is incredibly light. Which is odd but I let it slide. She buckles herself in while i run to the other side of the car and get in next to her “where to?” Damien says looking through the mirror at me. That’s a really good question, I don’t know where she lives and with the state she’s in I don’t think she does either, Damien’s parents won’t be happy with us ditching, however my parents are both on a business trip. “My place” I say as he starts to drive away from campus.

…

She ended up staying at mine for a few hours. Well it was more like she ended up staying in my bathroom. Head over the toilet seat. After three hours she walks out like nothing happened, she’s avoiding eye contact with me, her head down. “im sorry for causing so much shit Janis” she mumbles sadly. “are you okay?” Is all I can come up with. Why would I ask her that, it’s obvious she’s not fine “uh yeah totally, I uh cleaned up after myself, but imma head out now. Sorry again” she says in a panicked state before walking out of the door, the next thing I hear is the click of the door, and she’s gone.

PART THREE

Heyyy lovers, I know this part was short but keep in mind this is just a filler chapter, next part we will be getting into the juicy stuff :) thankyou for reading. The next part should be up in a few days give or take

If i cough one more GODDAM TIME I swear i will literally rip my lungs out xoxo

is that my jacket?

Request from @maximoffmorale

-wandanat x reader where r is a part of the avengers and wanda is the one of the new recruits. basically nat makes wanda nervous and she thinks the woman hates her when really nat is attracted to the girl and trying hard not to show it. and wanda mainly goes to r for comfort and advice all the time. i'm thinking nat and r are close (maybe dating?) and wandas this oblivious little bean who doesn't realize they like her?

readerxnat (relationship)

wandanatxreader (slowburn)

To say Nat had a hard time showing her feelings towards people would be a HUGE understatement, in fact the way she had shown you her feelings was while on a mission in which she told you “don’t fuck this up.. I eventually want you to be my girlfriend” it was your first ‘official avengers mission’ you ever did and the statement was brushed off as one of nats stupid comments but after the mission you had realised what she had meant and called her out on it. You would never let her live that down.

Wanda however wasn’t so social, being the newest member you were allocated to show the witch the ins and outs of the avengers lifestyle. Wanda’a first interaction with Nat was chaotic to say the least.

-flashback-

Y/N and Wanda came walking into the Sokovian building where they were instructed to meet the rest of the avengers, Wanda had been wearing Nats jacket that Y/N previously stole from her girlfriends closet. “Is that my jacket?” Nat bluntly questioned the two girls. “She’s with us” Y/N states, glaring at her girlfriend, praying the Russian spy would be welcoming of the new girl. “Still doesn’t explain the jacket” Nat glared at the Sokovian as she walked past them, bumping shoulders with Wanda as she walked past the girls. “Sorry about her..she’s…uh not so optimistic” y/n states with a welcoming smile.

-end of flashback -

It had now been a few months since the whole ultron fiasco, Wanda was ashamed, not only had she caused her own town to be destroyed, she had also witnessed her twin brothers death. A brutal one at that, heroic yet ironic all in one.

Y/N had been a ‘godsent’ throughout the grieving period of Wanda’s life. Whether it had been making Sokovian dishes in the compounds kitchen for Wanda or just being there for the girl to have a shoulder to cry on, y/n was there for it all.

Nat however had grown jealous of the newcomer, in training sessions Nat had gone hard on Wanda, her excuse being “she’s weak, we don’t need any deadweight on missions” in which that statement gained a deathly glare from her girlfriend. In the weeks Wanda had been settling in Nat went out of her way to learn more about the younger woman, she had put it down to wanting to use her past against her, however in all honesty Nat just wanted to know more but didn’t dare to ask.

After a month of Wanda being on the team Nats insults started to focus more on Wanda than the whole team.

Each time Wanda instantly went to Y/N needing the comfort. The more this happened the more Wanda’s feelings grew for the avenger. She had found out that Y/N’s powers matched her brothers in that they both had superspeed, this made Wanda’s fondness of the girl grow even more.

Nat saw how Wanda had affected her girlfriend, y/n was happier, Nat knew how bad her girlfriends mental health was, it was a giving with the avengers life style and with the trauma y/n had endured, it was a relief to see her happy. Y/n finally had something to do with her days, if Nat was on a mission, y/n would be teaching Wanda an array of new skills.

After the two month mark of Wanda being an avenger, Nat had decided the Sokovian wasn’t that bad, hey she gave y/n something to focus her mind on and for that Nat was grateful. This didn’t change the fact that Nat would insult the witch at any given moment though, it just meant that the insults were now more advise based. Wanda didn’t realise this though, too blinded by fear and nerves she saw every insult as a threat.

“Keep focused or you’ll get hurt I don’t care if it’s by me or an enemy”

“You should start talking to the rest of the team more, give y/n a break yeah?”

One day Wanda had enough. She made her daily route to Y/N’s bedroom, swinging the door open and flopping aside the girl on the bed. As if relying on muscle memory, y/n had placed her book aside, took her headphones off and opened her arms for the witch to crawl into “what’s on that mind of yours Wands?” Y/n said with her smile that was only reserved for her girlfriend and wanda. “Can you control your guard dog? Please” wanda pleads which had gained a chuckle from y/n “wanda she’s just like that sometimes” the girl replied as she slowly ran her fingers through the brunettes hair. “Hey why don’t you go and get the guitar I bought you, I have a new song to teach you” y/n said.

Y/N was always finding ways to take peoples troubles away. Music being the main one, the girl had those stupid headphones in all the time, she had her reason, y/n had developed tinnitus when fighting ultron, she had been running with a child in her arms when gun fire came from the Quinjet Ultron had stolen, the sound of bullets had caused her eardrums to be permanently damaged, thus that stupid ringing all the fucking time. But now she uses this as an excuse to have music playing 24/7. Nat hates it, but had slowly came to accept it was now a part of her life.

Wanda quickly nodded intrigued on what song Y/N had found this time, the girl had ran out of the room, with her room being across the compound it gave Nat time to go see her girlfriend.

Upon her entrance Nat admired her girlfriend, headphones in, walking around the room humming to the song in her ears. Sneaking up behind the girl, a deviant smirk plastered itself upon Nats face. Within seconds Nat had lifted Y/N and tackled her to the bed, in return Y/N screamed before realising who her attacker was “NAT RESPECTFULLY STOP” y/n shouted at the woman whilst laughing. Without wasting a second Nat lifted the headphones off her girlfriends ears, earning a pout from the girl in return. Nat knew y/n could read lips now but she thought she needed to have the adhd ridden girls full attention, or at least half of it. “I need your advice” Nat didn’t waste a second before speaking to the girl. “Oh? What’s up my love? Talk to me” Y/N sat up next to her girlfriend, this made Nat aware that she was all ears.

Picking at the red nail varnish on her nails, Nat thought of how to confess to girlfriend. The feeling of her hands being held brought her back out of her thoughts y/e/c eyes stared into nats green orbs. “Take your time” you had said.

“I think like Wanda” Nat confessed. “Aw babe that’s great, see now we can all get along yes?” Y/n smiled. “N..No I mean I like her in the ways I like you” Nat said as she stared at her girlfriend. A smile crept across the younger girls face as Nats face went red “do you plan on telling her this? if so please stop insulting the poor thing, she’s scared of you” y/n laughs a little.

Truth be told y/n also had feelings for Wanda. I mean how couldn’t she, her and Wanda had been practically glued to the hip ever since the witches arrival. It didn’t take Y/n so long to tell Nat her new found feelings, Nat fully supported this, they had both talked about the possibility of another person in their relationship, but it had never worked out as planned.

-time skip . a week later -

All of a sudden the insults had stopped. The men had been sent on a mission, leaving Y/N, Nat and Wanda alone in the compound.

Y/N and Nat had been scheming and with poor Wanda being an obvious little shit, all of their attempts at confessions had went to shit. However they decided to be more obvious with their confession.

Y/N had set up her electric guitar outside in the garden she had grown in the back of the compound, she had also made Wanda’s favourite dish. Nat had set up a picnic area in the garden next to her girlfriends guitar, once it was all done Nat called Wanda down and led her to the garden.

Upon entering the garden the two girls could hear y/n playing a sweet song she had came up with. Wanda was speechless to say the least.

After the song, they all sat down and ate, they shared stories and laughed until Nat said “hey Wanda, how was it growing up in sokovia? Like you know as an orphan.” To this Wanda stood up and walked away in silence. “NATASHA SERIOUSLY?” Y/N had shouted at her girlfriend, upon explaining the situation to nat, her and y/n ran after Wanda.

“Wanda wait I’m sorry” y/n said as she sped up to Wanda. “She hates me doesn’t she?” Wanda said quietly “no no love, it’s actually quite the opposite. We set this up to confess our love for you” y/n had said just as Nat was walking over to the girls “romantic love, im sorry wanda I do have feelings for you I just go too far sometimes” Nat confessed with a sad smile

A silly little oneshot no one asked for

reader and yoko playing their music really loud in their dormitory, their dorm mom comes in curious of why the two delinquents are breaking the loud music rule again, she sees that they are dancing to a song and finds it adorable, because of this she leaves them to have a good time, a bit later Larissa Weems gets annoyed by the same song that had been played on repeat for an hour, so she goes to the source of the music, she then finds reader and yoko dancing and singing to the song.

Yoko : “YOU TAKE YOUR GIRL”

Y/n : “AND MULTIPLY HER BY FOUR”

both : “NOW A WHOLE LOTTA WOMAN NEEDS A WHOLE LOT MORE”

Yoko : “GET YOURSELF TO THE BUTTERFLY LOUNGE”

Y/n : “AND FIND YOURSELF A BIG LADYYY”

Thornhill and Weems now stand in the doorway watching the two teenagers dance and sing the song, Thornhill chuckles a little at the sight of it and Weems just stands there frozen.

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I saw an edit of Weems with this song on tiktok and needed to write something about it because this song is just 🤌🏽

gender does not exist

(yes me and the transtape had a massive argument about it working but i got there eventually)

cynthia and lydia get your shit together

Web head 6

“Hello y/n y/l/n, my name is none of your concern, all you need to worry about is your pretty little friend here” he walks around my body so he is stood in the space between me and Tess, blocking my view of her. next to him stands a table full of tools. knifes, hammers and plyers it’s funny really how such a feared organisation don’t seem to have the time of day to clean any of their cherished torture appliances.

I take in his face. I scan every feature that vile man has, I subconsciously vow to remember his face for as long as it takes to take him down. He grabs my chin, making me look into his eyes, has hands are rough and cold. The leather of his fingerless gloves graze my skin. He grins a toothy grin alike to one of a psychopath who knows they will always get away with their crime. “So tell me Y/N. How did you come to possess these powers?” He grunts out commanding an answer to his query. Snickering I shrug, the fabric of my suit pushing against the freezing temperature of the leather straps holding me into the chair. “Nice to see you find this humorous Spider-Ma..woman” he spits out, deciding to try hit a nerve by changing his statement as it neared the end as he resorted to being like every other ignorant person in New York. It doesn’t phase me the slightest bit though.

Seeing my stubbornness to comply to his demands he walks over to the rusted table, he slithers his fingers over every tool and trinket on the table before swiftly picking up a switchblade knife, not as intimidating as a machete or a sledge hammer. But small enough to make a nasty wound if used in the right way. He strides over to me taking bigger steps than he did before his head hangs higher a sense of power reeking off of him. He is in the zone. This must be his specialty.

Pointing the tip of the newly shined blade to my chin he quickly swipes it up nicking my jawline, blood drips down onto my new suit. “Now let me repeat my question. How did you get your powers?” He says a little louder than he previously had, urgency fills his voice. I smile, leaning as much forward as I can with being held to the chair. “I. Don’t. Know” I say nonchalantly before smirking. To this he grunts pulling the knife to my cheek where a scar from my childhood litters, he follows the stitching and runs the knife down it breaking the skin making me hold back a groan. It hurt like a bitch but I won’t let him see my pain I can’t let Tessa down like that. I promised her I would stay strong. If not for her safety for Emily and Kate’s. Snapping me out of my thoughts I feel the cold blade run across my forehead but I don’t break.

The torture goes on for what seems like hours he chooses a variety of different methods and not the ones you would see in those old crappy American gangsta films. He uses tools like hammers to break my cheek bone and nose, the blood has stained my suit far from fixing by now. He uses a stun gun to shock me multiple times. He goes on to heat up a branding iron and burning it into my flesh on my collar bone where he previously cut, this melts the slashed flesh back together while simultaneously making bruises and more cuts. After all of the torture he decides that I need a little motivation to help me confess how I gained the powers. He turns back to the table as I mentally prepare for another round of whatever methods he fancies next, however he picks up a book and turns to Tessa as he slowly walks back over. He says some words in Russian which in turn brings Tessa back, she screams “STOP IT IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHI..” before she looks over and meets my eyes. “Oh my god milo” she whispers “Tessa it’s okay I’m going to get you out of here trust me okay?” I say in a quiet tone trying to calm her nerves I know damn well she has right now.

“Right now little miss Tessa has woken up we can continue yes?” Rumlow asks in a sinister tone while walking back to the table placing the book in its original place and grabbing the same knife he first used on me. I pray he walks back to me but he doesn’t he walks over to Tessa placing the knife to her cheek.

“STOP ILL TELL YOU ANYTHING” I scream not willing to see the girl I’ve known my whole life suffer like this even if it kills me. To this he slowly turns back to me “about time” he sighs letting out a breath, he nods his head to another one of the agents, who then comes and undoes Tessa’s restraints. “Wait. You’re taking her home right? It’s either I know she is safe or you’re not getting anything from me” I speak before she is taken out of the room. Rumlow audibly sighs and gives the other agent a phone and pulls out his own before the man takes Tessa.

Both me and Rumlow watch the feed through the phone, about ten minutes later Tessa is safe at home. And the phone is taken from me. “Now tell me” he demands. I give in from exhaustion and tell him everything from going to Oscorp to Bucky stalking me. He seems satisfied as he unlocks my cuffs. He leaves the room and locks the metal door. I stand up and look down at my one green and black suit now red and black. Tony’s going to hate me so much.

I make quick work of grabbing the blood stained switchblade knife and waiting for the door to eventually open, they can’t leave me in here forever. Right.

A loud alarm and red flashing lights startle me “HEADQUARTERS BREACHED” the alarm repeatedly states. Great that’s just amazing. I stay still as the alarm continues to go off, I hear more commotion outside of the room. The door then opens and in walks a purple figure I take action and pin them to the wall behind them and hold the knife to their neck, the next thing I see is long raven hair and a purple zip up training jacket. Shit Kate. I instantly let go and stumble back. I’ve just held my longtime crush/ new coworker at knife point. She looks down at me, taking my appearance in for a few seconds before closing the door and running toward me, kneeling down and hugging me. Well that want what I was expecting but I wrap my arms around her waist, after what seems like forever she brings her hand up to her ear clicking her coms and speaking “found y/n guys, clear out anyone else in this vicinity so we can get him out of here” she demands whoever else she is speaking to from the team. I look at her in shock as she lifts her hand to wipe blood from my eye, I flinch a little and she whispers “what did they do to you?” My eyes start to close a little and she comes behind me, lifting my body back onto the chair and telling me to rest.

- time skip -

My eyes slowly flutter open the bright lights blinding and a headache incoming quickly. I turn over like any other time I’ve woken up from a shitty dream but I sense that this isn’t my bed. Or Emily’s or Tessa’s not even Kate’s. Where am I? I open my eyes and look up to see Kate and Tessa sat in the room, I take in my surroundings seeing I’m in hospital. Nope not today. I quickly go to stand up but Kate is quicker to hold me down. “Y/n you have to rest cmon you’ll be okay I’m here. So is Tessa” she says in a comforting tone which calms me a little.

They both explain what happened and that Bruce said I have a minor concussion but the memory of what happened will come back sooner than we all think and that I just need to rest. They also explain that Tessa was unharmed and got out with only a few bad cuts on her legs and arms that have been taken care of. We end up putting one of Tessa’s super hero movies on and I end up falling asleep in between both of the girls.